Bob always had rather average taste in music. Neil Young was one of Bob's favourite musicians. Bob Dylan was the other.
Still, liking music like that is no excuse for dying of meninfuckingitis in some dismal hospital in India.
Cheers, marra.
The thoughts, semi-thoughts, splenetic rantings and vague half ideas, of a leftie-lib marooned in Palmerston North, New Zealand.
Not only did Omar refuse to back down and insisted on continuing with her meeting, but as the thug assaulted her she looked like she was rea...
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